I see how trapped can we become
In our actions, day - by - day
In reflections of our troubles past
And in future rumination
we travel far from our home
Into a land of hopes and dreams
And from them fear and lonely longing seem
to melt from future into present being
Like the ice in our hearts
warmed by others at long last
and so do our troubles leave us
to haunt this house of momentary peace
In the hours yet to come